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“Yes, and that was right before you alerted Prince Magnus to my presence in the crowd.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I did no such thing.”
“And I should believe you? You worked with him before. With the king himself! You kidnapped me, leaving me with no food or water for a week, waiting to hand me over to my enemy.”
“It was three days, princess. And you were given food and water. Anyway, my dealings with the King of Blood and his ilk came to an end when he deceived my people.”
“Anyone with half a brain could have seen he was deceptive from the very beginning.”
He glared at her. “Easy to say that now.”
She’d touched a nerve. Perhaps he did feel like a fool for helping King Gaius. “Let go of me.”
“I don’t trust you. You’ll try to scamper off and alert the guards.”
Fueled by her success earlier with manipulating Aron, she decided to try the same with Jonas. Anger or demands wouldn’t work, that much was certain. She looked up into his dark eyes and worked some pain into her own. “You’re hurting me.”
Jonas laughed, low and throaty. “Speaking of deceptive . . . Trust me, princess, I don’t underestimate you either.”
Her gaze frantically skimmed her familiar room, searching for anything that might help her. “What am I to think with you here? There was a time you wanted to kill me.”
“Believe me, if I were here to end your life, you’d already be dead. I wanted to see for myself how much you’ve been taken in by them now that you’re betrothed to the prince. I witnessed the announcement. Despite the rough beginning, it looks like you’ve been accepted into the king’s family with open arms. How nice for you.”
Nausea coursed through her gut that he’d think this; that anyone would think this. “You think I’d welcome the inclusion to such an evil family?”
“I don’t know.” He studied her carefully. “Maybe.”
He believed her allied with the vipers themselves. The thought was so foreign that she couldn’t wrap her head around it. Venom coated her next words. “I shouldn’t have to defend myself to someone like you. What do I care what you think?”
Jonas pressed her harder up against the wall, making her gasp. “I know you think I’m nothing more than a Paelsian savage.”
She refused to look away from him. “Are you denying it?”
“I’m no savage, your highness. I’m a rebel.” He said it as if he was proud of it. Like it should impress her.
“If that’s true, then it’s only a matter of time before your head finds its way onto a spike just like your rebel friends.”
He flinched at the mention of the executions. “Perhaps. But at least I’m attempting to change things.”
“By sneaking into my chambers and trying to bully me? I think I have my share of bullies in this palace to deal with already. I’ll say it one more time: let go of me.”
Finally, he did as she asked and stepped back. He watched her warily, as if he expected she’d immediately flee to the door and call for the guard. Part of her was tempted to do just that.
Instead, she watched him back just as warily. She couldn’t deny that in looks alone, Jonas Agallon was very attractive. Black hair, dark eyes, deeply tanned skin from working outdoors like most Paelsians. A tall, muscular body with broad shoulders and narrow hips. Beneath the dark gray cloak he wore, his clothes were dusty, torn, and simple, but he held himself like no peasant she’d ever seen before.
There was an arrogance to this boy that was similar to that of Prince Magnus—despite their vastly different upbringings. Jonas’s eyes weren’t as cold and serpentine as the prince’s, but they were still sharp and dangerous. They looked as if they could pierce right through her and pin her to the wall as easily as he’d done with his body.
There was a time not so long ago that he’d looked at her as if she was a hateful, spoiled creature who needed to die. Now there was a great deal of suspicion in his gaze, but also an edge of interest, as if he was curious about her plans now that she was betrothed to the son of her greatest enemy.
“Are you aligned with King Gaius?” Jonas asked again, his words harsh.
He was the rudest person she’d ever met. Ruder, possibly, than Prince Magnus himself. “How dare you enter my private chambers and demand answers like this? I’ll tell you nothing.”
His hands fisted at his sides and his glare intensified. “Princess, you could make this easier for me.”
“Oh, yes, that’s exactly what I want to do. Because you’ve always been such a good friend to me.”
Her sardonic tone coaxed the barest edge of a smile to his lips. “I could be a good friend.”
